I know something about
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opening windows and doors
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I know how to move quietly
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to creep across creaky wooden floors
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I know where to find
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precious things in all
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your cupboards and drawers
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Slipping the clippers
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Slipping the clippers
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through the telephone wires
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The sense of isolation inspires
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Inspires me
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I like to feel the suspense
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when I'm certain you know I am there
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I like you lying awake,
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your baited breath charging the air
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I like the touch and the smell
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of all the pretty dresses you wear
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Intruders happy in the dark
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Intruder come
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Intruder come and leave his mark,
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leave his mark
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Intruder
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Primus |